Grounded I Am Traveling Light

So we were living out our days

in an old abandoned palisade

Sweeping chimneys 'til our backs hurt

and singing 'til our throats were dry.

Scraping the red from every rusty nail

Stitching the carpet tears

We kept our salty voices hushed

You looked loveliest all dressed in dust

And I cleared the cobwebs while you slept,

set a fire that we'd both regret.

You woke up coughing out a storm

and we never made it out the door

'Cause I for one was taking my time.

I think it's time you and I should come home

It's been three years and I can feel it in my bones.

If turning back means I'm turning back alone

then I guess I'm on my own.

Now I'm on my own

It was six hundred degrees

We had nothing to protect our feet

from the glowing embers hardening our soles

Our burning bed of coal

But that fever that we shared

wasn't nothing that we couldn't bear

We just wrapped around each other

and we sweated out our worst nightmares.

And I think that's when I was born,

in your arms during a firestorm.

We were perfectly in place

We were filling up the empty space.

But you were tired of wasting your time.

Your spirits fled from all those bad ideas we bled

I twisted up all of your words

And I turned to brass while you were tearing down the past

Now I'm trailing

I'm traveling light

and losing my memory.

I think it's time you and I should come home

It's been three years and I can feel it in my bones.

If turning back means I'm turning back alone

then I guess I'm on my own.

Now I'm on my own